Rafe knew the feeling of rejection almost too well. But he didn’t seem to notice the signs. Because it was too late.

You two had known each other for almost all your lives. Literally since childhood. Your parents were friends, so that made you both know each other well.

From junior school to high school, he was madly in love with you. He knew that you didn’t share the same feelings, but he always tried to get you to like him back. He was there for you, shared his breakfasts in school when you forgot your own, and even tried to get detention every time you got it, just to be with you.

But after some time, it passed. Of course, you two were still friends, but he just moved on. He started to understand that he wouldn’t have you, so he moved on and found someone else.

You both now were in the backyard of your house, just spending some time together.

“I don’t know why I waited that long. She’s just.. Perfect." He said, smiling to himself while drinking the lemonade your mother had made earlier.

Oh, how badly his words hurt. How it hurt when he was oblivious to the fact that now you liked him. When it was too late.